The Ex

[Delta40]

I need you at my door
like constipation.
Sitting at my table,
I feel you strain
as you crap out
your own heart;
Pebble by pebble.
Freshly ground coffee
overpowers your foul attempt
to love.
My tastebuds wallow
in bitterness.

[Haunted]

Very graphic, very funny. Good one.

[Jerrybaldy]

You spill contempt all over that table Delta. I loved pebble by pebble and the bitterness of the coffee and your words. A pitiful ex begging a reunion or forgiveness perhaps?

[Delta40]

lol. not likely- more an emotionally constipated man who can't tell his own kids he loves them!

Thanks both for your comments - I was dying for the loo while I wrote that poem!!!

[Jerrybaldy]

Glad to keep up my near perfect record of miscalculating :)

[Maryd.]

Constipation - coffee... Both of them sound so familiar... De ja vu.... Like I've been there before... Hmmmm! :(
Good one Delta.

[Scheherazade]

Axe the Ex, I say! :p

I don't think it is as strong as some of your other poems, Delta, but, as I understand it, somethings just have to be said.

Strong imagery throughout; "pebble by pebble" reminds me goat droppings!

[Skia]

Oh Bloody Hell! How er- Graphic :)

But indeed incredibly humourous ;)

[Delta40]

Thanks S & M

[Delta40]

Glad to keep up my near perfect record of miscalculating :)

consistency is what matters in the world Jerry

[Haunted]

hey Skia, two bloody hells in one day, you exceed your quota for the day ;)

Delta, didn't know you're into S&M :D

[Skia]

Ahahaha Haunted! Try 3 Bloody Hell's!
Can't stop saying ye old british words ;)

[hillwalker]

A sharp, pointed poke at the ex- indeed.

Perhaps prune juice would have worked better than the freshly ground coffee though.

H

[PrinceMyshkin]

I confess to having tried to visualize too literally that constipation at your door! Better I suppose than diarrhea...

Could you try to be a wee bit more direct and forceful next time?

[Delta40]

Prunce juice! Good one Hill. Is it flammable though?

Truth be told, part of me will always love the father of my children.

Prince - I trust you're being sarcastic?

[NikolaiI]

Great job, Delta. I love how you make objects which usually don't interact connect with each other, such as in the last two lines.

[Delta40]

Thanks Nikolai. I have been told that my use of the dull and domestic can be quite powerful.

[Hawkman]

Very, very good, Delta. A powerful combination of images which expresses succinctly every nuance of emotion.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Thanks Nikolai. I have been told that my use of the dull and domestic can be quite powerful.

Right on! One woman's "dull and domestic" might very well be some other woman's War and Peace!

[twoheadedboy]

A sharp, pointed poke at the ex- indeed.

Perhaps prune juice would have worked better than the freshly ground coffee though.

H

I would have to disagree. Coffee has a distinct aroma. It is strong and bitter as delta touched upon in the poem itself. I think coffee makes the perfect image of a man who is too... whatever to tell his own kids he loves them.

who the heck drinks prune juice or even knows offhand what it smells like or tastes like? ha.


anyways, I liked this poem. I have come to expect good composition and interesting subject matter out of you, delta. I could see your poems on my coffee table. (no pun intended)

[Delta40]

I would have to disagree. Coffee has a distinct aroma. It is strong and bitter as delta touched upon in the poem itself. I think coffee makes the perfect image of a man who is too... whatever to tell his own kids he loves them.

who the heck drinks prune juice or even knows offhand what it smells like or tastes like? ha.


anyways, I liked this poem. I have come to expect good composition and interesting subject matter out of you, delta. I could see your poems on my coffee table. (no pun intended)

Thanks THBoy!

[hillwalker]

who the heck drinks prune juice or even knows offhand what it smells like or tastes like? ha.

I don't - but you missed the 'joke' - prune juice is supposedly a very effective cure for constipation.

H

[PrinceMyshkin]

The ex came around again
and again I shut the door
in his unlovely face
then went and closed every window
in the house and, hopefully,
in my mind.